This statement of Jefferson Worth's intentions called forth from the
stranger an exhaustive opinion as to the banker's fitness to have
the child and her probable chances for right training and happiness
in the financier's hands. His remarks being cordially commended by
the promoter and the man in the white apron, the speaker was
encouraged to strengthen his position in reference to the future of
this poor, helpless orphan and to point out freely the duties of
Rubio City in the matter. He was interrupted by a light hand on his
shoulder. Turning with a start that spilled the liquor in his glass,
he looked into the lean face of Texas Joe. Behind the plainsman
stood the heavy form of the Irishman, a look of pleased anticipation
on his battle-scarred features. There was a sudden sympathetic hush
in the room. Every face was turned toward the group.

"Excuse me, stranger," said Texas, in his softest tones; "but I sure
am moved to testify in this here meetin'."

The man would have made some angry, blustering reply, but a warning
look from the promoter and a slight cough from the bar-tender
checked him.

Tex proceeded. "That you-all has rights to your opinion regardin'
Mr. Jefferson Worth's character I ain't denyin', an' there's plenty
in Rubio City that'll agree with you. Mebbe you has reasons for
feelin' grieved. I don't sabe this here business game nohow. Mebbe
you stacked the deck an' he caught you at it. You sure impresses me
that a-way, for I've noticed that it ain't the sport who plays fair
or loses fair that squeals loudest when the cards are agin him. But
when you touches on said Jefferson Worth an' the future of that
little kid, with free remarks on the duties of Rubio City regardin'